Mami, m'ija who dropped the sticky fruit juice on the floor your feet were always attracted to the kitchen and then you got stuck grounded to the kitchen floor unable to move to planted your feet there after many struggles always stuck under his belt his fist met your skin and turned that beautiful brown body to a red and blue and I didn't recognize you my own flesh and blood stuck to the floor surrounded my dishes and lazy men
Reason for writing:
for Jessica and all her 2000 parts
Birth sign: Taurus
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